Bakugo x Reader x Kirishima randoms

Caught

A/N: Mila helped me come up with this one!

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader x Kirishima

Summary: Bakugo takes you on a date to the movies, things get frisky, and you get caught by one of the attendants.

Warnings: Smut, Poly, Panty-theft

"Bakugo, we're gonna get caught-"

"Only if you keep running your mouth, dumbass." His hand was rubbing over your thigh, creeping up your skirt and brushing against your naked crotch with every upstroke. Your panties were currently buried in one of his pockets, but he wouldn't tell you which one in case you got any ideas. "Come on, don't try to tell me you don't like this. But if you don't, well, then you don't much really have a choice." His face was leaning into your neck, his breath tickling your skin with every word. "You're nothing but my pathetic little bottom. You just have to do what I say. Don't trouble your stupid little brain with anything that you shouldn't be worrying about. You just leave it all to me, understand?"

"Yes," you whimpered, feeling his fingers wriggle between the petals of your sex this time.

"Yes what?" His hand dug even further, pinching the most sensitive part of your heat, making you squeal.

"Yes, sir!" Oh, you were just a bit too loud that time.

He harshly clapped a hand over your mouth, pushing his fingers in just a little deeper. "Now now princess, you just stay quiet. I personally wouldn't mind if you screamed my name out right here and now, but I don't want you to embarrass yourself. You sit back. Relax. Just try to enjoy the movie, hm?"

You really, really were trying to keep your attention on the screen as the two of you were sat all the way in the back row, but he was commandeering every single ounce of it. His grazes against your pussy, which was already dripping down to your skirt, his tender kisses against your neck making your skin tingle... he knew exactly what he was doing.

You opened your mouth to whine in protest again, which he took as an open invitation to shove his fingers in. He swirled them around your tongue, doing his best to keep in his own groans.

"Hey! What are you doing here?!" Hissed a painfully familiar voice.

"Ah, Kirishima, no idea you were working tonight," he stated plainly. "What, you jealous or something? Come on, come get a piece. Her mouth is heaven on Earth, you know." He pushed his fingers further into you on both ends, silencing you as you were about to remind him of the money bribe he was supposed to have prepared if this situation were to arise. "I almost feel selfish keeping her all to myself. But she doesn't seem to mind, I mean, look at her. Look at how flustered she is from being touched in a public location. She just can't get enough of me. Whaddya say, Kiri? Wanna help me keep this whore quiet so she doesn't disturb anyone else?"

Katsuki leaned around you, pulling the already deep neckline of your shirt down, giving not only him, but anyone that turned around, a picture-perfect view of your chest. "I could lose my job for this..." he lamented, but unzipped his pants anyways. "This better be worth it, Bakugo."

"Oh, it will be." He responded. "I mean, have you seen her fucking body? Just look at these tits. I've caught you looking at her ass before. Shame for you though, no one gets to use her cunt except me. Feel free to go apeshit on her mouth, though. Let her show you how deep she can go."

Kirishima raised the armrests across a few seats, leaning back against the last one, pulling his pants down and propping himself up against the last one. The screen went bright for a second, and you saw that his face was almost as red as his hair when Bakugo pushed you down onto him, restraining your wrists behind your back, as he lifted your skirt over your ass. He fished his cock out of his own pants, pulling your legs around both sides of him, giving him perfect access.

"Go on baby, show my best friend everything I've taught you." You moaned at Kirishima's contact against your mouth, tip slowly sinking in while Katsuki pushed into your soaking cunt.

As you sank further down onto his length, Kirishima also found it hard to find breath, snarling out an "Oh fuck" just a tad too loudly, but no one seemed to notice. His thumb was caressing the cheek, Bakugo's hands crackling with nitroglycerin against your ass as he fought from smacking you, driving even deeper into you.

"Oh, fuck, fuck yeah," Kirishima moaned as your nose pressed against his waist, his dick curving in your throat. "This is so fucking worth losing my job over... Jesus Bakugo, how do you ever get yourself out of this? This... This is fucking nirvana."

"It's... pretty hard, I'll give you that," Katsuki grunted, beginning to pick up pace. "Jesus Kirishima, if you could only see my view. This is the hottest thing. Watching her ass jiggle against my dick. The way her tits bounce against your leg. That pitiful, helpless expression on her face. You're so cute babe, you know that? And you, shitty hair... you're so fucking lucky."

"God, bro, I believe it." Kirishima had the hair on the back of your head grasped in his hand, bobbing your head up and down on top of him.

"You better not be too loud either, idiot." Katsuki spat.

"I'm... trying... so hard to be quiet... but I-" his whole body tensed, his cock growing even more stiff in your mouth.

"Go ahead. Cum in her mouth." Katsuki encouraged. "She takes it like a fucking professional. I've got her trained so goddamn well. She doesn't even question it anymore. Isn't that right, baby?"

You tried to whine your response, only to be met with Kirishima's hand pushing you down further, making you choke. "You... You're really sure it's okay?" He panted, hardly able to hold himself back.

"Jesus, fuck yes I'm sure," Katsuki groaned. "It's so fucking hot to imagine her getting stuffed from two ends like this."

Kirishima took one of your hands from Katsuki's grip, bringing it down to his balls. You started massaging it softly, which was all he needed to be volted over the edge. He pulled your head off of his shaft, jerking himself off the rest of the way into your mouth, watching his essence sit onto your tongue until you swallowed, then opening to show him that it was completely gone, the way you'd been taught.

"Holy shit," he groaned, sinking further back.

"I told you... she's the perfect little bitch... isn't she?" Even Katsuki was tensing more and more with every thrust, but didn't bother pulling out, emptying all of his contents into you without so much as a second thought.

The three of you sat there for a moment, desperate for breath, before Kirishima embarrasedly commented about how he really should be getting back to work, and that he really would have to ask you two to leave if you did anything else to arouse suspicion. To which Katsuki stated that you two were already about to leave anyways, you did what you'd come here to do.

Kirishima suspiciously scuttled away, conspicuously pushing something into his pocket.

Bakugo lead you out of the theater with the intention to take you out for ice cream, which he had promised you as a reward for putting up with his torture. All the way to the car, through the main area, you could feel his cum dripping out of you, trailing down your legs. It wouldn't have been hard for anyone to see, since your skirt was just that short. Katuski had picked it out, of course.

Once in the car, you covered your your face in humiliation, pleading to get your panties back. He kissed you on the forehead, flooding you with compliments about what a good girl you'd been, and dug into his back left pocket to retrieve them for you.

His eyes widened his surprise, and began pulling every single one of his pockets out, only for them to be empty, minus his keys and wallet. His teeth were gritted in frustration, his palms nearly melting the steering wheel as he gripped it.

"Ka... cchan?"

"That fucking asshole stole them."